I need to beautify my brain. I don’t often let her take up intentional space.She thrives on the autopilot I’ve programmed her for.Routine.Repetition. But lately, I’ve given her space for ideas to take root—a dangerous plan for an unexplored landscape. Over silent lunches punctuated onlyby my chomping sounds as Imethodically chew my salad,or in the…
Tag: book of poetry
Musing No. 3 (Bemused)
Nora worried about her neck. Or so I heard.I read about her. I didn’t actually read what she wrote.Honestly I’ve been worried about mine ever since.Then, I was at the peak of womanhood.Or so I thought.Now, am I?I read an article. Then another. Maybe four more.Felt good. Felt bad. Felt indifferent.Hard to keep track.Lots of…
L.M.Beatty 